Catastrophe Card King

The Black Knight was no problem for him.

Even if he made a mistake occasionally, he had his armor to rely on.

The claws of ordinary werewolves could only scrape metal gullies on this set of black warrior battle armor, but they couldn’t hurt him at all.

It had a high error tolerance.

But in this situation, a cloth-armored profession like a gunman would have a hard time.

In other words, a mistake was the equivalent of losing a life.

The werewolves’ claws could easily tear through ordinary steel. When scratching an apprentice without a Curse Power Protective Barrier, it could tear off a large chunk of flesh with a single swipe.

The three people behind him were frightened every step of the way.

They were afraid that if Leonard’s bullet missed the monster, he’d be swatted to death by a paw.

After all, in their eyes, Leonard the gunman was the weakest link in their team. Among the four of them, two were Card Masters, and although Alison was also a Card Disciple, her Demon Mark and equipment far surpassed ordinary people. She was a ranger specializing in agility and skill, and her ability to survive was incredibly high.

Tracy Garcia wanted to catch up, but she found herself always lagging behind. She could only be ready to provide emergency aid at any time.

However, under such uneasy worries, unexpectedly, their team was able to rush up all the way without any accidents.

The accidents they were worried about didn’t occur at all.

In contrast, the three of them were in total chaos.

They then understood that the strength of Leonard in front of them was even more formidable than they had thought.

It was not just about his excellent marksmanship.

This guy’s mindset was shockingly calm.

Facing so many monsters, wasn’t he nervous at all?

The truth proved that he was not.

There wasn’t even a single mistake.

Every time a monster sprang out from the dark, he would draw his gun swiftly.

He hit his mark with every shot.

If he couldn’t aim at the eyes, he would aim for the throat.

Werewolves usually breathe with their mouths slightly open when they run, hitting the gap between their fangs could also result in significant damage; ’ If he couldn’t even hit the throat, he would aim for the testicles.

Even though the werewolves were good at hiding, there were always vulnerabilities between their legs when running.

A shot at a testicle might not necessarily shatter it.

But with the howling and the twisted gait of the werewolf, it must hurt immensely.

If the anus wasn’t out of reach, he probably could hit all four fatal weaknesses of a werewolf.

The fact that he was able to escape the siege using only two revolvers left Tracy and the other two speechless.

Even in the recruiting information, it was clearly stated that it would take four or five Card Master Apprentices to kill one ordinary werewolf.

When facing a clustered attack, an ordinary Card Master would be in mortal danger.

So, you used just two guns and broke through all by yourself?

If it weren’t for the tremendous pressure they were under themselves, they wouldn’t think the werewolves had become weaker, or that the difficulty level had dropped from B to D.

However, the reality was more surreal than a dream.

He was even using a revolver, which was significantly restricted in terms of ammunition and firing speed.

Yet even under such high-risk, intense conditions, he could casually change ammunition single-handedly, ensuring uninterrupted firepower and maintaining his cool precision.

Leonard was truly an excellent scout, leading the three of them in a fight all the way.

The three people had seen many gun masters before, but this was the first time they’ve seen such a young grandmaster in guns.

Liam Martinez and Alison, who were behind him, had long since discarded their previous contempt.

This kind of temperament couldn’t be faked by an imposter.

He was a true expert.

But at present, having excellent marksmanship alone was not enough. There were more and more werewolves, and in this not-so-wide wooden plank on the mining road, it was impossible to completely escape the ambushes from the upper and lower rock walls.

Their four-person group, which had been at the rear, was now at the very front.

Just halfway through the second floor of the mine, they were surrounded by a dozen monsters from all sides.

Werewolves naturally have a tacit understanding of group hunting. The more there are, the more lethal their pincer attack tactics become.

Not to mention Liam Martinez, who was already barely managing against three or four werewolves chasing him from behind.

Even Tracy Garcia and Alison in the middle were battling.

Each was so caught up in their own fight that they couldn’t afford to lend a hand to anyone else.

At that moment, Leonard Churchill was just in time to fire his dual guns, hitting the werewolf blocking him.

Then, the unexpected happened.

Suddenly, from a wooden platform a few meters to his left, a werewolf that had been waiting to pounce sprang towards him.

A Class D Catastrophe, an Elite Werewolf!

With just a glance, the four of them saw the revelation from Enlightenment.

The combat power of this type of werewolf was already comparable to a newly-promoted Curse Card Master, with all its physical attributes being significantly stronger than ordinary werewolves.

The monster had been lurking in the shadows of the firelight the entire time, completely unnoticed.

The attack came very suddenly. By the time the four saw it, it was already at Leonard Churchill’s side, the putrid stench of the beast in their noses.

This was the nearest he’d ever been to death!

Behind him, Tracy Garcia cried out urgently in her mind, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, watch out!”

She instinctively charged forward, not caring about the monster above her head, while also aiming her Wind Blade at the werewolf attacking Leonard Churchill.

She thought to herself that she was a First Tier Curse Card Master with a Curse Power Protective Barrier. Even if she was scratched, it wouldn’t be fatal.

But it might be for Leonard Churchill!

However, as sudden as the unexpected attack was, the turn of events was even more so.)

But Tracy Garcia’s rescue attempt… was unnecessary.

Because…

Because she watched as Leonard Churchill suddenly braked, and with the momentum of the rush, landed a solid counter roundhouse kick on the bared teeth and open mouth of the werewolf’s head.

There was a muffled ”thud”.

As if he had kicked a sandbag.

It was solid.

Originally, the werewolf was going to bite off Leonard Churchill’s neck, but that clever kick made it miss!

And at just the right angle, Leonard Churchill shoved the muzzle into the werewolf’s mouth and fired two quick shots.

As if he had carefully calculated it all along.

This Class D Catastrophe was sent reeling, its mouth full of bloody foam and yowling, it had to retreat and jump back onto the rock wall.

A definite killing blow was diffused just like that.

All using only simple kicks and gunplay.

This was a Class D Catastrophe after all!

In this moment, time seemed to slow down a hundredfold, and the thoughts of the three spectators seemed to freeze.

Especially Liam Martinez, who couldn’t help but be startled: “This…”

Only he, as a fellow close-range Curse Card Master, could understand just how outrageous that kick was.

Keep in mind, this Class D werewolf’s strength was on par with a beginner close-range Curse Card Master.

And it got kicked aside?

Isn’t this guy a sharpshooter? What’s the deal with this outrageous strength?

And that perfect angle, kicking the werewolf’s head right onto the gun muzzle?

This wasn’t just a coincidence.

Recognizing this exceptional adaptability, Liam Martinez had to admit: Impressive!

Ah, I see now.

This fellow must be following the strength-oriented profession line of Fighter

or Black Knight while also training in gunplay.

In that case, calling him a “master” isn’t an exaggeration at all.

However.

He did not anticipate that this was only the beginning.

What would follow would take this outrageous turn of events even further..